Time To Write

Time is the precious resource

Always to much or more often to little

Finding time is so necessary

You just have to take it

The horror of writing

After All

What is there to learn

From this long and tedious story

That has broken every bone in our body

What makes life meaningful and great

Is still not clear or obvious

Good people suffer and justice is not on

The menu

Time will break all bonds

But love is a great thing

Lost Time

Time running through my mind

Loosing some seconds here and there

What happened?

Where is my soul today?

Lost, like my mind and will

Now I am here late in life listening

And looking for a path to live by

Death Clock

The clock of death keeps on ticking

While all your problems keep on sticking

In the very end it is not so much left

Some memories, some things

And a feeling of being on the

Wrong side of history

This is forever my story

Being a loser at any time

Now it does not matter anymore

I will just look for the door

Lonely Running Time

Lonely forever and ever

That is my nature

All those people passing by

Without me knowing why

All those important things

That has to be done

Without any reason why

There is a stream in time

That everything has to be done

Now, or just before now

Run,run and run

Your life will not be fun

Nothing needs to be done

It is just an illusion of our

Time